When It Happens

It starts with a smile,
Makes your world freeze for a while.

It gives butterflies in your stomach,
Makes your dictionary void of IFs and BUTs.

It converts days into night and nights into day,
Makes you dream cold in a hot may.

It adds joy to your life,
Giving you a reason to thrive.

It engrosses you in sweet thoughts,
With a picture in your mind that you would erase not.

It lights up your world with passion,
Desires a full time heart to heart connection.

This feeling which is felt my every nerve,
Is the most beautiful feeling called LOVE.

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Hi, hope you enjoy reading my poems. My poems would be based on love and its sweet /rude effects. :P I'm still on the amateur stage of the writing, so pardon me if you sense nonsense :D Please free to drop your suggestions or requests on topics which you would like to read.
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